Chapter 992: Even if you are sad, you still have to act
Poof——
Zi Huai knelt on the ground, looking at the ground, breathing heavily.
Lying in front of him was Liao Ye's purple-colored corpse.
"I, I, I————"
Snap.
The poisonous dagger fell to the ground, and Zi Huai's hands trembled violently and couldn't stop trembling.
"Why--"
"I obviously, obviously don't want to do this kind of thing again..."
He curled up on the ground, his clothes wet with sweat and tears, and groaned in pain.
He raised his head slightly.
But he saw a pair of eyes staring at him with hatred and anger.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah----!!!"
Zi Huai was so frightened that he grabbed the dagger again and crawled back several steps before stopping. Only then did he see clearly what was looking at him.
It's Liao Ye.
Even though Liao Ye was dead, he was still looking at him and staring at him.
"...It really is you."
Before Zi Huai noticed it, a hoarse and tired whisper came into his ears.
In that low voice, there was unbearability...and questioning.
Zi Huai didn't dare to raise his head for a moment.
"Ahua...sister..." Zi Huai lowered her head and called out the name of the person tremblingly.
"Don't call me Sister Ahua." Zijuan's voice contained a bit of gritted teeth. The veins in the hand holding the slanting pine silver-top gun were bulging as she stared at Zihuaai.
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zihuaai's head, making him feel dizzy.
"The assassins of the Han Kingdom killed my Northern Chu General Wei Hao, killed my Northern Chu General Liang Ning, and this time sneaked into our military camp...killed the Imperial Servant Liao Ye...
"Zi Juan gritted her teeth, pointed her spear at Zi Huai, gritted her teeth and said tremblingly, "Who is your next target?"
"......I?"
Zi Huai sat far away, curled up into a ball, and buried his head deeply.
"You deserve to die."
These three words were squeezed out by Zi Juan from between her teeth.
Tears fell on the barrel of the slanting pine silver-topped gun, slid along the barrel to the tip of the gun, flickered with a trace of crystal, dripped on the ground, and dried up instantly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zihuai shouted crazily in a voice that only she could hear.
Zi Juan started to move, her legs strengthened, and she rushed towards Zi Huai, with determination in her momentum.
Zi Huai, as if on a conditioned reflex, suddenly raised her head.
The sharp spear tip scratched Zi Huai's face.
The two siblings, reunited after a long separation, finally looked at each other again.
Zijuan burst into tears, stabbed her spear on the ground next to Zihuai, and gritted her teeth.
"I really don't want to... see your face again at this time... Ah, Shu."
Choking, hating, and disbelieving.
Zi Huai also read a lot from Zi Juan's face.
Zi Huai held his head high, blood oozing from the wounds on his face, but Zi Huai didn't pay attention. He just looked into his sister's eyes.
It's so beautiful, as beautiful as before.
"Well--"
Zi Juan did not use the spear, but punched Zi Huai in the face.
Then, without giving Zi Huai time to react, he whipped his body around and kicked Zi Huai back again.
Zijuan closed her eyes and cried silently.
The movements in his hands are not slow.
Zi Huai was kicked away by Zi Juan, but his heart felt a little calmer.
This is it, this is it...
He looked at the lonely bright moon hanging high in the sky, his eyes a little distracted.
That's good...
If my sister can forgive me for all my evil deeds, I will never find peace even if I die.
Just hating it like this is fine, that's enough...
After all, I don't deserve to be forgiven for what I did...
Poof——
"Pfft...haah, pfft——"
The spear pierced Zi Huai and pierced Zi Huai's heart.
However, there was no trace of hatred on Zijuan's face. What was there was only immense grief and tears that seemed to burst from the dam.
However, a smile of relief appeared on Zi Huai's lifeless face.
Zijuan knelt on the ground and drew out her spear.
I picked up Zi Huai’s body and looked at the sky by the Wenshui River under the bright moon, sobbing.
His mouth was open, but no sound came out, only tears streaming down the sides of his head.
In the distance, Xiang An came over with a group of Chu soldiers.
...
Xiang An looked at Liao Ye's body without saying a word.
There was still light in Liao Ye's distracted eyes, just like when he was alive.
Xiang An opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. His face was slightly stunned, a little stunned.
Xiang An took a long breath through his nose, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand, and helped Liao Ye close his eyes.
Xiang An was asking himself a question.
How many of my acquaintances are there in this army?
Liao Ye is dead. Liao Ye, who had been with Xiang An since he first returned to the Xiang family, is dead. He was killed by the Han assassin Zi Huai, and Zi Huai was killed by Zi Juan, the Taiwei of Northern Chu.
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"Xiaoye, go and prepare Xiaoye..." Xiang An gave himself a slap to wake himself up and cheer up a little, then called out to the outside of the tent, but froze in place again.
Xiang An took a deep breath, looked up to the sky and sighed.
He personally buried Xiaoye by the Wenshui River.
"I can't take you home, Xiaoye, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Xiang An sat next to the tomb, looking at Liao Ye's tomb with two unshed tears in his eyes.
"I can't... take you home and show you the power of Chu unifying the world..."
Liao Ye has been looking forward to that day.
But now I can only sleep here.
Xiang An originally wanted to chop Zi Huai's body into pieces, but looking at Zi Juan who was crying until she lost consciousness, Xiang An couldn't bear it after all.
But Xiang An did not bury Zi Huai. Instead, he and Zi Juan immersed Zi Huai's body in Wenshui River.
Xiang Lu didn't know when he came behind Xiang An. He looked at Xiang An, who was sitting alone next to Liao Ye's tomb. He wanted to shout, but he didn't.
In the end, I could only pat Xiang An on the shoulder.
"Xiang An, we are ready to leave."
Xiang An wiped the corners of his eyes silently and stood up.
"Let's go!" He looked ahead and said in a deep voice.
War kills people all the time, but the war must continue and cannot stop.
He was very sad, and Zijuan was equally sad, but no matter what, the grief could not delay the golden period of the attack.
The Northern Chu army moved forward and pressed against Fan Kuai Ren'ao's army in the south.
However, Zijuan, who was riding on Zaoji's back, had swollen eyes and a hint of absent-mindedness.
After all, he was her biological brother, a biological brother from the same mother, who looked exactly the same.
And she, last night, personally killed her brother for her own position.
She could no longer cry. She just sat on the horse and looked ahead blankly. Only a red tear quietly flowed down her cheek.
She had to keep marching and prepare for war.
...
The Northern Chu Army moved, and to the northwest of the Northern Chu Army, there was also an army that started its own operations.
"Get ready." Han Xin sighed with a sigh on his face.
"Maybe this will be the battle that ends the troubled times..."